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Rick Ross - Act A Fool feat. Wale (Subtitulada al Español)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
Wale
Wale
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter
Olubowale Akintimehin
Olubowale Akintimehin
Songwriter
Shamann Cooke
Shamann Cooke
Songwriter
Joseph Love
Joseph Love
Songwriter
Anthony Clary
Anthony Clary
Songwriter
Kenneth Akridge
Kenneth Akridge
Songwriter
Albert Spears
Albert Spears
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beat Billionaire
Beat Billionaire
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Thomas McLaren
Thomas McLaren
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
David Anthony Bermudez
David Anthony Bermudez
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It's a beautiful day to get some money
And every day is another opportunity to touch some paper
So I pray you wanna see a young **** shine
If not ****, put ya head in a hole
Or I'ma put a whole in ya head, ya heard me?
[Verse 2]
What?
Tell me right now **** whatchu wanna do
20 billboards in the city, who the fuck is you?
I look a lil' familiar, don't I?
Ha, ha, ha, ha, look at y'all, look at it, look at it, ****
(Maybach Music)
[Verse 3]
Tell me right now **** whatchu wanna do?
20 billboards in the city, who the fuck is you?
I DM all of your bitches when I'm in the mood
Quick to blow a hunnid keys, yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Oh God, yeah that boy a fool
[Verse 4]
Ass on all my bitches, so I squeeze 'em in the coupe
Fascinated with the fortune and it came true
I may pass you in the Porsche with the brains blue
Got your bitch so wet, I'm steppin' out in rainboots
Thought it was Obama, way I came through
I'm talkin' different commas from them lame dudes
I'm printin' paper, boy, I even wrote a book
I got ten million cash, what, you wanna look
I got a half a kilo in my Monte Carlo
And if I pull that 'nina, boy you got a problem
Richest **** down in Florida, like I hit the lotto
It's amazin' what could happen with a couple dollars
They wasn't fuckin' with me when I went to school
Goddamn, what that **** do?
He got a Rolex and you know it's new
Evander Holyfield and Lennox Lewis
[Verse 5]
Tell me right now **** whatchu wanna do?
20 billboards in the city, who the fuck is you?
I DM all of your bitches when I'm in the mood
Quick to blow a hunnid keys, yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Oh God, yeah that boy a fool
[Verse 6]
Ten stacks on the stage 'cause a whirlwind
Take a couple stacks and give that to your girlfriend
Love to see pretty bitches kissin' on pretty bitches
Number one in my book is all the realest bitches
Real **** gettin' money, and she keep it square
If she were a hunnid, then I keep it there
I got a Lamborghini, now I need the shoes
Took 'em on the high speed, so I made the news
Big bank boys, tryna act a fool
Big bank, you gotta help me count it too
Half a ticket, boy, I spend it in the Lex
Seven figures ****, got it on his neck
I get exclusive Nikes with the light-up checks
Still scared to get indicted for the white investments
(I swear, I swear)
Rich ****, bitch, I got it tatted on me
I'm married to this shit, I get my alimony
[Verse 7]
Tell me right now **** whatchu wanna do?
20 billboards in the city, who the fuck is you
I DM all of your bitches when I'm in the mood
Quick to blow a hunnid keys, yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
(Folarin in this bitch, yeah)
Oh God, yeah that boy a fool
[Verse 8]
Folarin in this bitch, your bitch is glad to see it
I like my women built like they could win 100 meters
I'm not that **** that you **** finna suck your teeth at
You see this watch, you raise your eyes, it's rock my year
How did I get here?
Who the fuck is you? (****)
**** on their high horse, cool, I'm investin' in glue
We can rumble or settle it cool
Ross told me homie is chess, then he made checkers the move
Yeah, hunnid SBs
That's twenty-something on me
Trust they not stuntin' on me
Some of y'all just finally catchin' up
Guess my old seminar free
'Cause all my old shit, from like '06, is on everybody feet
And now they walkin' like I talkin'
Y'all just go pay homage
Least before like March I had them Cactus Plant Flea Markets
And I just called up Travis
For the cactuses you coppin'
Pink laces on my Jordans, or pink boxes on my condoms
And my closet, boy
[Verse 9]
Tell me right now **** whatchu wanna do
20 billboards in the city, who the fuck is you
I DM all of your bitches when I'm in the mood
Quick to blow a hunnid keys, yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Oh God, yeah that boy a fool
Written by: Albert Spears, Anthony Clary, Joseph Love, Kenneth Akridge, Olubowale Akintimehin, Shamann Cooke, William Leonard Roberts II
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